This storytelling session straight-up parched Filo’s throat. No surprise—Huaxia myths are wild, with versions popping off left and right.
Pangu splitting heaven and earth? Sure, that’s a myth, but gods with world-creating powers? Tons. The Three Pure Ones could do it too. By myth seniority, Pangu ain’t even the big boss.
Back in her old life, Filo geeked out on Huaxia myths, nearly frying her brain. It took anti-salty-fish effort to cobble together her own myth system.
Bingpo ate it up, tossing out questions. Chiyan, awake at some point, jumped in, half-getting the tales, dropping sultry “oh~”s.
Filo rambled till it was nearly dark again—she’d talked a whole day and night!
Coughing, throat dry as dust, Filo got a bottle of pure ice water from Bingpo, who’d darted to the kitchen.
“Master, here!”
“Ahem, th-thanks.”
Filo gulped it down. Mid-swig, Bingpo grinned, “Master, your stories had other systems mixed in. What’s ‘Buddha’?”
“Western myth system…” Filo blurted, instantly regretting it. Western myths? Not as nuts as Eastern, but still a mess. Another round, and it’d be dawn again.
Salty fish mode kicked in. Filo cut Bingpo off, sucked in a breath, and bolted for the hot spring.
“Gonna soak! Talk later!” She zoomed in. Bingpo pouted—story was just getting good.
As Bingpo stood, Chiyan grabbed a stick and clanged it on her head.
“Demon, where ya going!”
“…”
Bingpo, hooked on Huaxia myths, and Chiyan, obsessed with Journey to the West, turned the tiny forest villa into a Hollywood showdown.
Not fist-for-fist this time—more like kick-for-stick.
“Demon, eat my staff!”
“Thief calling thief? I’ll subdue you!”
Hearing the dragon duo’s chaos, Filo figured they’d caught a dumb-debuff.
Whatever—let ‘em clown.
Rest was the real deal!
Filo stretched wide, yawning, and shed her clothes, hanging them on Bingpo’s design (Chiyan’s craftsmanship) rack. Splash—she dove into the hot spring.
Perfect temp. The water caressed her like tiny fish… caressing?
Filo snapped her eyes open, peering down. No one, but a shadow.
“Xiao Lin!”
“Big Sis, right here!”
The shadow morphed. Spring Spirit Xiao Lin popped up, scratching her head, chuckling awkwardly.
“Care to explain what you were doing?” Filo asked, smiling, lips twitching.
“Uh, wha—Big Sis, I wasn’t doing nothing!” Xiao Lin’s head whipped aside.
She didn’t even know why she’d done it—just an urge to snuggle Filo’s body.
Xiao Lin was clueless, but if there was a favor meter, her score for Filo was at least 90/100.
Filo, a heartthrob for all, especially for a genderless Spring Spirit.
Too tired to nitpick, Filo leaned back, eyes closing.
EXP +0!
EXP +0!
EXP +0!
EXP +0!
EXP +1!
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The chill salty fish life rolled on. Last time Blood Clan Hunters crashed, it was ‘cause Filo’s crew hit a human city for “props” only humans had.
Like clocks—without one, telling time’s a pain.
For self-sufficient forest life, they started planting wheat, corn, and crops, managed by Bingpo and Chiyan in shifts. Veggie problem: solved.
Meat? Gotta buy that. Most forest critter bosses were Filo’s kin now.
Eating their minions? Kinda sus. Good thing human towns were close—dragons zipped there in ten minutes.
These days, Filo’s life was saltier than she’d dreamed.
Food served, clothes handed—those were too basic to describe it. True salty fish life? Beyond words!
While Filo chilled, Bingpo was scheming a new outfit for her. No details, but definitely not another JK uniform.
On meat runs, Bingpo scoped human fashion, vowing to craft a divine fit for Filo.
Chiyan, when free, sparred with the kin beasts. They’d gained regen powers, so as long as she stayed human-shaped, their roughhousing didn’t kill anyone.
“Come on! Face me! Don’t wuss out—just do it!” Chiyan’s fist banged a bear’s gut, sending the two-meter beast flying. A Blood Tiger lunged from behind, jaws wide, but too slow. Chiyan’s kick banged it skyward for a high-altitude adventure.
Super Honey Badger clawed with headstrong basic attacks.
Fast, strong, but too short. Chiyan’s “Lushan Rising Dragon” skill dropped it flat.
“Keep it up! Few more days, you’ll level up. Wanna surpass me? Train two millennia, haha!” Chiyan laughed, hands on hips.
As the beasts climbed up, ready to charge, they all snapped their heads one way.
“Human scent… folks, we got work…”
Buddhism is western myth?
Also how did she get 1exp? I thought she was max
Tftc!